Getting rid of books

Not being able to browse bookshops, I’m getting my reading material by downloading e-books from the library and by re-reading books from my shelves. Once read I would normally hang on to a book only if it’s received my ‘highly recommended’ stamp of approval or, exceptionally, a ‘recommended’ one. But with the passage of time the shelves are bursting and I’ve decided that any book I re-read I will dispose of. There may be exceptions.

It’s too much hassle to try to resell books online and too little money to be gained so I take books to my local Oxfam Books. A book given to a charity can often be sold several times over since there’s a strong likelihood that books bought from a charity shop will be donated back to the same shop. This is clearly good for the charity, though less good for the author of the book. I don’t know whether that should bother me.

A ten-book-binge

On my second visit to the Kirkdale Bookshop in Sydenham, South London, and for a mere £21, I now have an additional 10 novels queued up for reading. The shop has a great variety of pre-loved novels, something I just don’t see in my local library, my local Waterstones, or my nearest Oxfam Bookshop. A bookshop to be revisited.

Not Amazon

I refuse to buy books from Amazon, so I’ve added menu links to three alternatives. In particular, Blackwell’s appear to be price comparable with the big A.

You may be lucky to have a local bookshop.

Not taking enough books on holiday

What was I thinking by taking just the one book on holiday! I should have realised that John Grisham’s The Racketeer was never going to last five days and two flights. And what a disappointing holiday read it was. A crazy plot, no pace, and not much in the way of characterisation to excite.

So with two days and a flight remaining, with one of those days forecast to be wall to wall thunderstorms(!), I desperately needed to find a bookshop that sold English language novels. Thanks to Google I located Bertrand, ‘The Oldest Bookshop In The World’, here in Lisbon, where it was claimed they have a small English Language section. Yes it was small and I really struggled to find anything, reluctantly settling on an early Jo Nesbo, Cockroaches. I may have already read it, though it’s not mentioned in the list of books I’ve read. But since I can barely remember the stories of books I have read, hopefully there’s something to enjoy for the next couple of days.

View of Sintra from Quinta da Regaleira

I’m not happy

Taylors ScarboroughI’m not happy. Taylors Cafe and Books in Scarborough has new owners – and they’ve done away with the books! After a decent coffee and cake, I could always find a couple of interesting second-hand books on the top floor. Sadly, no more.

However it gets worse. The only bookshop selling new books (other than a middling Waterstones) has cut back to 3 days opening. It always seemed to me that it was far too small to survive, but it’s still there two years after opening – but for how much longer? It’s at the wrong end of an alley off the main street, an alley which is looking very rundown, and I feel pessimistic about this bookshop’s prospects.

Oh, and it hasn’t stopped raining all day, and the forecast is for more of the same tomorrow. I’m not happy!

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